Dark Flame (Flame 3)

You taste amazing, Juliet. Your blood is like nothing I’ve ever had before.

She couldn’t remember that he’d said anything similar in the dreamglide even though the dream-blood would have had a flavor.

What’s it like, Brann?

I’m trying to find the right description. His mouth had formed a seal over most of her wrist.

She settled her hand on the back of his head, enjoying the rise and fall as he suckled.

He continued, It’s like a kind of sweet grass with a wine flavor. I know that doesn’t make sense, but it’s amazing and I’m feeling pumped, stronger.

Is that different for you, feeling stronger?

Yes. Completely. This is about you, Juliet. Can’t explain it.

My mind is feeling very loose. Ah, your vampire thrall.

Yes. She loved his resonant voice, even during telepathy. But didn’t you experience it, or a version of it, when we were dreamgliding?

Juliet thought for a moment. Yes, but not like this. All I want to do is stay here forever.

It’ll be more intense when I take from your neck again.

Can’t wait.

After a moment, and way too soon, he licked the wounds to seal them, then rose to his feet. He had blood on his mouth as he pulled her into his arms. He kissed her so that she tasted her own life force.

Because she was sharing his nature, she groaned heavily. I want to taste your blood, Brann.

He drew back and searched her eyes. “You do?”

“I can’t explain it, but I’m like you now and I want your blood.”

He kissed her again, harder this time. That is such a turn on.

He drew back, then shut the water off. “Let’s get more comfortable and don’t worry, I’ll let you have all you need.”

He stepped out of the tub and onto the rug, then turned back and offered his hand. She loved this about him, how careful he was with her, to keep her safe, to offer assistance.

As soon as both feet were planted on the mat, he took a towel from the rack behind him and started wiping her down. She grabbed another one and draped the white terry over his shoulders.

He kept drying her off, and she returned the favor. She moved the towel over every inch of his gorgeous body, letting her hands feel the sculpted shape of each muscle. She worked on memorizing him, not knowing what the next night or even hour would bring. Her wrist tingled where he’d taken from her.

When they were both dry, he picked up a couple of washcloths and took her by the hand. He led her to the bed, whipped the covers to the foot of the bed and told her to lie down on her back.

She had no problem taking orders from him. She could feel his excitement.

When he stretched out next to her, she took his erect cock gently in hand. She used her thumb to rim the head. He closed his eyes and drew in a stream of air through pursed lips. “Damn that feels good, but maybe you should stop.”

She smiled and released him, but kept her hand on his thigh.

He looked down at her, meeting her gaze. “You sure you want to drink from me?”

She caressed his shoulder. “I do. You know how you’ve been taking on some of my fae skills? Well, the vampire in me needs this. I mean, even my gums throb like they’re trying to produce fangs, but can’t.”

“Lean back down.”

She dropped her head flat on the bed like before. He rose up on one elbow and laid the washcloth on her chest. “When I break the skin, it might not keep flowing for you. Vampires can release two chemicals, one that helps the blood flow and another that seals up the wounds.”